pull the sea up to my chin
tuck me in, tuck me in
shut off the moon
swallow the days between now and soon
Friday, October 22, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
our shadows should have been twelve feet tall
sifting coins through a cloud,
holding hands with the storm
sleepyheads don't need beds
so long as we keep each other warm
you couldn't see the tops of buildings at all
and I couldn't either
milk tide, I tasted the salt sky
it was so low
felt four pulses slow
sleepyheads don't even dream anymore
where are we homesick for?
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